Friday, January 25, 2008

582. Poetry Break - Louis Glück

.The sun is setting behind the mountains,the earth is cooling.A stranger has tied his horse to a bare chestnut tree.The horse is quiet - he turns his head suddenly,hearing, in the distance, the sound of the sea.

I make my bed for the night here,spreading my heaviest quilt over the damp earth.

The sound of the sea-when the horse turns its head, I can hear it.

On a path through the bare chestnut trees,a little dog trails its master.

The little dog - didn’t he used to rush ahead,straining the leash, a though to show his masterwhat he sees there, there in the future-